Good Friday Meditation The Silence Of Meditation - Poem by James Tipp
They have forgotten Lord,
You have slipped from their memory.
Your coming is celebrated with abandonment
Your departure is pushed aside, relegated,
Into the darkened corners of their minds.
You did not slip away unnoticed
Your going was public, placarded
They lined the streets, confused and angry.
You were not what they wanted
An avenger, soldier, another Macabee.
You brought confusion to those who killed you
You were the lamb led to the slaughter
Yet your silence had the power to disturb
The angels fluttered in silent legions
Your silence was to them as well.
You came into the world and disturbed it,
Your beginning found no favour with the King
Only the foolish saw your radiance and wondered.
So you left the stable by night,
To become a refugee.
Now today, the clock has turned full circle
You cannot run. In the garden you asked,
But the cup could not pass, it had to be drunk,
And in the drinking would come the pain.
Rejected by friend and foe alike.
We are so far from that point of history
Yet the pain of loneliness strikes our very souls
The rejection of those who find us foolish,
Disturbs our very being. In loosing your memory
We have lost something of ourselves.
So help us to remember your presence with us
Help us rejoice in the light of risen power
To remember when all was lost and shameful
Your hidden agenda. had begun
The tomb was waiting to be emptied.
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